Cheers to the Evanai!
We, the Forgotten
[Above you will find my thoroughly inadequate rendition of this song. Below you will see my shorthand system of notation for melodies & chords. Numbers reference the steps of the diatonic major scale where the Roman numeral I is for the root & alterations are signified by ɓ or #. Eighth note durations are indicated by ' with sixteenth durations indicated by x & sustained notes by a long dash. Measures are separated by |. Anything in italics that is not a part of the actual song are stage directions or explanatory notes. I hope you enjoy.]
(verse 1)
D G A7
5 | I’ 2 3’ I’ ‘ | 2’ 7 6’ 5’
They sent me here on a cold November,
D G A7
‘ | ‘’ 2 3’ I’’| 5 ‘ ‘ ‘’’
‘n wingless flight & trackless express,
D G A7
I | ‘’ 2 3’ I’’ | 2’ 7 6’ 5’
No passage back, I’m here fo-re-ver,
D G D
‘ | I’ 2 3’ I’’|6’ I ‘—
With you, me mates, to e -va - nesce!
(verse 2)
Yet found I here me chums aplenty,
Pals ye are & heaven sent,
Open wilds & sky abo’ me,
Here I gladly pitch my tent!
(verse 3)
“Ah, me friend, I hardly knew ye,
Now it seems I know ya less,
With this very passin’ hour,
It ‘ppears ye do but evanesce.
(verse 4)
And so, my friends, don’t leave me sober,
I should not impose ‘pon thee,
If the morrow finds my yonder,
Have another pint on me!
(verse 5)
‘Course, by then ye won’t remember,
Who I was or e’er I be,
Raise your glass & drink it an’way,
Tell the barkeep, it’s on me!
~~~~~
This is a tavern song I wrote for “Chapter 3: Let There be Fog (Tavern Time)”. The theme of the song centers around one of my favorite words & primary themes in much of my writing including this story: evanescence, the tendency of all eventually to fade from memory, even those few whose memories we most treasure collectively as a people. For most, that fading happens relatively quickly. All one needs do is go to a cemetery & note how long it takes before it becomes clear that few if any visit the graves. There is a part of me that grieves such evanescence. But I also find reason to celebrate it, for it suggests to me that most of us do the things we do with little concern for recognition or remembrance. We do it because it is right, because it needs to be done, whether anyone else ever notices or not. Making such choices on an everyday basis is the very essence of the Greek word "agape", what we in the church like to refer to as godly love, a care & love that is chosen even when there is no reward for it, even when it is costly or unpleasant. Such an understanding of what neighbors, friends & strangers choose day after day fills my heart with an abundance beyond all reckoning.
If you wish to read the chapters in order, you will find them here:
https://shopping-feedback.today/chapters/chapter-2-aegenwulf%3C/em%3E%3C/a%3E%3Cem class="css-ak7tmt-Italic">
https://shopping-feedback.today/chapters/chapter-3-let-there-be-fog%3C/em%3E%3C/a%3E%3Cem class="css-ak7tmt-Italic">
https://shopping-feedback.today/chapters/chapter-4-misty-water-color-dreamscapes
About the Creator
Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock
Retired Ordained Elder in The United Methodist Church having served for a total of 30 years in Missouri, South Dakota & Kansas.
Born in Watertown, SD on 9/26/1959. Married to Sandra Jellison-Knock on 1/24/1986. One son, Keenan, deceased.
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Comments (11)
Very creative story and I loved your written
Fun and cheery, enjoyed rendition, Randy. I’m not great at reading music but your lyrics flowed nicely. I don’t think I’ve read any of those chapters as yet. Only read a little more again the last week or so. I take a lot of breaks. It’s big undertaking though. Good on you! 😃
I love that you even wrote the song that she sings in chapter three, Randy. That's like the writer's version of method acting! Great song and good luck in the challenge!
Jealous of the talent I am seeing in this challenge TBH 😁
Really enjoyed this and will endeavour (I like that word) to read the chapters of Tavern Time. I think my prevailing theme is sort of opposite to yours: it started with a screenplay I wrote about a "forgotten man" (a true story from late 1800s). Then I felt determined that no one should ever really be forgotten. So I remember through my writing and other ways (but not visiting gravesites, as no I've access to some). Thanks, Randy!
Only when you tune them out, and tune in the Other, that's when you really start to feel on a whole new level. Otherwise, the whole world and everything in it becomes a tiresome redundancy. Ugly. Decaying constantly. No beauty is retained, and then you even have to wonder, or surmise, if it was beautiful at all. Ghastly biological organisms. Hairless monkeys. The same things you're programmed to be distracted by will become redundant, will lose their appeal, will become the shadows against the wall, and you'll realize it was all a projection, a mirage, and utterly meaningless in the end. And this includes all philosophical games, quibbles over "good and evil," religious dogma, etc.
Everything you experience, without exception, can only be experienced through the perceptual editing of your singular consciousness. There is no "outside world"; all internal. But even if there is, it's utterly meaningless, as it is impermanent, transitory, and will simply vanish. EVERYONE you ever meet in this life, or come into contact with, will disappear. All of your thoughts, feelings, fears, emotions, even physical feelings, are simply more illusions experienced by the One Consciousness is divided between itself, and the mask of itself it's wearing to "scrape" experience in the material realm, plane, or place of existence (however you want to term it). How do you know that every moment is not born anew? Or, that other people are nothing more than programming, browser hijackers that want to download themselves onto your system, to run it their way. But even if that's not "reality" (however the hell you define that) it is reality, as, eventually, your breathing ceases, the heart stops beating, and this all, instantaneously, vanishes. leaving you in the eternal night, or standing outside a conscious body. Finally, you see, everyone is playing a game of distraction, but staring into the limitless void. Have a good morning.
I've really enjoyed this, Brother <3
Nicely done, I like graveyards, so peaceful. All kinds of singing is singing. You sing, see...you win. Love it.
My favorite word is "vendetta." Has such a cool, tough, sexy sound to it.
I'm loving all these creative musical and lyrical creations, Randy!